The physical space around me is almost always a reflection of how happy I am.
When I’m unhappy and feeling lost, my house becomes a wreck. I don’t clean much. I don’t pick up after myself. Before long, it looks as though I live in a place where there’s been a tornado.
When I’m happy and feeling loved, my habits are entirely different. I’ll happily keep things fairly neat and clean, at least by my standards. When my heart is happy, I keep things looking decent, which satisfies my mind’s need for order — and that reinforces my happiness.
I haven’t been cleaning the house much lately, so it’s been a mess.
But for the past few hours, I’ve been cleaning. I’ve been sweeping and vacuuming and filling bags of trash. (Lucy and the cats still hate the vacuum cleaner.) Late Saturday night, I looked around and realized it was time for change, so I launched into a cleaning spree that might take all night.
Why? The only explanation is that I suddenly had a vision of something powerful — something that I need — which suddenly seemed real and possible.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Economic Man needs no heart, because love and God are dead
Who was this attractive woman? Why did her story not ring true?
Smallest ray of hope can make us feel a change we need is coming
Film hurts when I hear, ‘I’ve seen what we can be like together’
I lost my way that night — and it seems I never found my way back